Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 156

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ALLISON’S POV

Demisexual? Did I hear that right, or am I already too drunk to be picking up words?

For a few seconds, I just stare at Justin, my brain lagging behind everything else.” Demisexual?”

He nods like it’s no big deal. “I’ll get more beer.”

He gets up and heads for the fridge, leaving me staring after him. My brain struggles to catch up, thoughts bumping into each other while the room keeps its slow, annoying spin.

Demisexual.

I’m pretty sure that means needing an emotional connection before sex. At least, that’s what

I remember. Which makes zero sense because since when is Justin that?

Forgive me for the stereotypes I have about athletes, but I’ve never met one who’s sexually reserved. Not once. Not the holy-looking ones, not the quiet ones who barely talk and pretend they don’t notice attention.

Justin comes back from the fridge and hands me a can of beer. I hesitate for half a second before taking it. This one will probably unlock my dance moves tonight, God help him, but at least I’m not in the middle of a bar.

“Are you actually sure about what you just told me?” I lean in, lowering my voice. “About… you know.”

He cracks the can open and takes a long drink before nodding. “Yeah.”

Wow.

I can’t believe it. Talk about sheep in wolf clothing. He’s been walking around campus, acting all irresistible and hot, and apparently no one’s been anywhere near him for two years.

Is that why he’s always so intense? I’m not a guy, but best believe if I haven’t had an orgasm in two years, I’d be cranky as hell.

“I can literally see what you’re thinking on your forehead, Allison,” his voice cuts into my thoughts.

I blink. “What?”

He gestures like he’s putting on a show. “Wow. How is he celibate? I could never do that… bla bla bla.”

My eyes widen. “Wait, can you read my mind? How did you know?”

He chuckles, shaking his head, and then falls into silence. I watch him drink, my mind spinning with questions. Two years. Two whole years without… anyone. Does that mean he hasn’t emotionally connected with someone for all that time? Why? Is he not looking, or…? Honestly, part of me still wonders if there’s a problem down there.

It’s not like people don’t stay single or celibate for years. But it’s obvious he’s willing to explore…he’s not some recluse, but for some reason, he’s not doing it.

I decide to push a little, curiosity getting the better of me. “So… you haven’t been into anyone for two years?”

He hesitates, and the pause stretches long enough for my thoughts to spiral. Finally, he shakes his head. “I have.”

“What?” I tilt my head, blinking. “If that’s the case…”

“She’s been with someone else,” he finishes.

My jaw drops. “Wait… do you have a thing for girls who are already dating?”

He scoffs lightly, fixing me with a steady gaze. “No. I mean… she was single when I met her, but… before I could even sort out my thoughts, she started dating someone else.”

“Oh.” I don’t know what else to say.

“Yeah.” He rubs his forehead, looking almost tired. “I probably would’ve forgotten her if she didn’t kiss me. I lost the fight the moment she did that.”

“She… kissed you?” My voice rises a little, and I can’t tell if it’s surprise or irritation or both. Why does that even bother me?

“We were friends and I really liked her,” he admits. “She got drunk one night, and while we were just hanging out, she kissed me. I know it sounds crazy, but it… rewired my whole system. I just…” He shrugs, like he’s giving up on arguing with fate. “I just couldn’t move on from her but she…she doesn’t even remember what happened.”

My vision spins. “So… you’ve been hung up on her for two years? Watching her date other people?”

“Pathetic, right?” His voice is quiet and his eyes… they look sad. For some reason, seeing him like this stirs up an emotion I don’t even understand. I shouldn’t feel it. I really shouldn’t.

And yet… I can’t help the bitterness curling inside me. He’s been waiting for someone for two years, while I wasted my heart on Sean for the same stretch. Somewhere out there, there’s a lucky girl with a man like Justin waiting for her-memorizing every little thing about her, holding onto her like she’s the only one who matters. And me? I ended up with the most disgusting thing to exist in Cadston. That’s not fair, not even a little.

I hiss, words spilling out before I can stop myself. “She’s the pathetic one. I mean… if she kissed you while drunk, it means she always liked you. No one just goes around kissing somebody because of alcohol.”